Chapter 148: What Kind of Superhuman Strength Is This

But the guy just hemmed and hawed before revealing, “My girlfriend won’t let me! She’s afraid I’ll get famous and dump her.”

Lines of exasperation appeared on Chen Jue’s face. He never expected this guy to be such a “pure love warrior.” It honestly made him see him in a new light.

But seriously, with Yu Jie’s looks and physique, not to mention his ability to do a one-finger pull-up while gripping a rock wall, he’d probably have plenty of rich ladies chasing after him even if he didn’t become a sports star.

Earning 200 yuan an hour as Chen Jue’s private coach was definitely a waste of his talent.

…

After two hours of Rock Climbing practice with Yu Jie, he had gained over 800 points toward his [Climbing] Skill Level, and a notification popped up on his panel:

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[Ding~]

[Skill Level progress has reached 100%. Skill Level increased.]

[Climbing Lv. 3 → Lv. 4]

[Your understanding of the sport of climbing has deepened. The physical movements associated with climbing seem to have formed a specific muscle memory in your body.]

[Your balance has improved, your upper body strength has been fully exercised, and your fear of heights has diminished.]

[Strength +0.01]

[Spirit +0.01]

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“Awesome, what a great day!”

‘Looks like the past few days of rest and relaxation have paid off. My body can handle a higher intensity workout now.’ Seeing the two Attribute point rewards pop up again on his panel, Chen Jue felt that the day had been truly fulfilling.

…

He stayed at the Rock Climbing club until after five, drenched in sweat from his workout, his muscles aching and sore. Only then did Chen Jue drive to the Tianyu Rehabilitation Center.

First, he hit the buffet, then took a hot shower, and finally entered the familiar sports massage room.

He didn’t see Master Liu from last time and found out upon asking that their shifts had changed. So, Chen Jue had the newly met Master Zhang give him a stretching massage.

Having experienced the pure agony of the fascia scraping last time, Chen Jue felt he could grit his teeth and endure this intensely painful rehabilitation massage again.

Besides, compared to his first time getting a rehab massage, Chen Jue’s [Constitution] Attribute had already increased by nearly 0.20 in the meantime.

The higher his [Constitution] Attribute, the stronger his body’s metabolism and recovery abilities became. The buildup of lactic acid in his muscles, as well as muscle and fascia adhesions, were not as severe as before.

So, when the fascia scraper was used again, the piercing pain was several notches lower.

And compared to the delicate hands of the girls at the Jingtang Club, the massage therapists at Tianyu Rehabilitation Center were clearly more professional. Their pressure was stronger, and their techniques were more focused.

In addition to stretching, the therapists here could also perform bone-setting, which helped accelerate the recovery of Chen Jue’s herniated lumbar disc.

When the one-hour massage ended, another “+0.01” notification for his [Constitution] Attribute popped up on his panel.

Chen Jue felt completely loose and relaxed. The stiffness in his limbs was gone, and even his back felt much straighter than usual.

‘Once Teacher Li’s training plan is ready, I’ll have to come here more often.’ Chen Jue stretched comfortably, feeling that the 12,000 yuan membership fee was well worth it.

…

It was already 8 p.m. when he left the Tianyu Rehabilitation Center. He had planned to ask Jiang Zhe out to an internet cafe to scratch his League of Legends itch, but the guy had been hit with the “Great Curfew Jutsu.”

He said that once the weekend arrived, he had to spend more time with his wife and kid and couldn’t go out.

After all, it was Friday. The corporate drones who had slogged through five days in the workplace were all heading home to rest or going out to entertainment districts to let loose.

As an unemployed man, Chen Jue could no longer relate to that feeling of release after a workweek. He had no choice but to drive back to his apartment, gathering over ten newly arrived packages to take upstairs.

He first tore open the smaller packages. The ointments, vitamins, and calcium tablets he had impulsively bought had all arrived. Chen Jue looked at the instructions, planning to figure out how to apply and ingest these supplements.

Among the boxes was an unusually conspicuous, long package. He opened it to find that the Han-made Qilin Bow, a gift from the owner of Rainbow Light Studio, had arrived.

The entire bow was coated in black lacquer, its body adorned with blood-red patterns, giving it a very stylish look.

It felt great to the touch as well, likely handcrafted from traditional bow-making materials like wood, horn, bone, and bamboo.

With just one look, Chen Jue fell completely in love with the black Qilin Bow.

As for the bowstrings, it came with ten complimentary ones. There were traditional strings made of rawhide, as well as modern ones made of Dacron, stainless steel wire, and fiberglass.

It also came with 50 high-strength Carbon Steel Arrows. The arrowheads were separated into sharpened and unsharpened practice tips.

Chen Jue picked up the instruction manual from the Bow Box and read it. He learned that the user had to string a new bow themselves to get a more direct feel for its strength.

“A 120-pound Hard Bow.”

“Being able to draw a bow like this wouldn’t even qualify you as a general in ancient times. At most, you’d be an elite mob,” Chen Jue muttered, recalling the information he’d looked up online about the Qing Dynasty’s military examinations.

That draw weight was equivalent to 11 *li* in the Qing Dynasty’s military exams. Someone who could draw an 11-*li* Hard Bow could only be considered an outstanding talent among the many military candidates. In the Man Qing’s most formidable Soron Camp, such people were a dime a dozen.

This was because the Sorons were Outliers among the Man Qing Jurchens. They were known as the “Wild Jurchen,” living in the extremely cold regions of Siberia and the Outer Xing’an Ridge. They lived as fishermen and hunters for generations, making them the Man Qing’s warrior race.

Historical records state that the Sorons “could draw a 10-*li* bow, tie themselves to a tree, shoot an arrow through a bear or tiger, and carry it home on their back.” This shows the valor and strength of this people.

And above the Sorons were the even more valiant Batulu, formidable warriors who could each draw a 13-*li* Hard Bow.

In comparison, Chen Jue’s new Qilin Bow, at nearly 11 *li*, really wasn’t anything special.

…

He chatted a bit with Wubei Ahjie and opened the simple stringing tutorial the man had sent him. Chen Jue watched and learned, picking up the rawhide bowstring and slowly beginning to twist it.

He found that stringing the bow was a truly strenuous task, especially as the string grew tighter and tighter with each twist.

By the time the entire bow was strung, Chen Jue was drenched in sweat, and the string had left deep marks on his hands.

Chen Jue had even made sure to record a short video of the whole stringing process.

Since it was his first time, Chen Jue was afraid he’d messed up a step. He sent the video he just recorded to Wubei Ahjie, asking the professional to take a look and point out any mistakes so he could correct them.

After all, if the bow wasn’t strung correctly, it couldn’t unleash its full power.

But after watching Chen Jue’s video, Wubei Ahjie immediately sent back the “confused Black guy” meme with three question marks, followed by a long voice message filled with shock and disbelief.

“Holy shit! Dude!”

“A 120-pound Hard Bow, and you strung it by yourself?”

“What kind of monstrous strength is that!”

After sending the voice message, Wubei Ahjie sent another video of his studio staff stringing a 120-pound Hard Bow.

In the video, four burly young men were working together, pulling on a newly twisted string to get it on the Hard Bow. It took all four of them a great deal of effort just to get the string secured.

Chen Jue was also a bit dumbfounded after watching it. He never realized stringing a high-poundage bow was so much trouble. He muttered to himself, ‘So I’m already this strong, huh?’